O Mardonius, for that I must be pardon'd.
Mar.
You may, but I can only see her then.
Arb.
'Tis true;
Bear her this Ring then, and
One more advice, thou shall speak to her:
Tell her I do love My kindred all: wilt thou?
Mar.
Is there no more?
Arb.
O yes and her the best;
Better than any Brother loves his Sister: That's all.
Mar.